this past weekend i got sick...again.
who knew having a kid would put me out this often? okay, i knew that.
but i didn't know that hosting the child for 9 months would significantly alter my immune system... i.e., in the last 3.5 months i've gotten sick 3 times - and 2 of the 3 are illnesses i've never had. coincidence?
or perhaps i should have read all those pregnancy books chris advised me not to get because he knew i wouldn't read, but got anyway because i wanted to prove him wrong, when in the end i proved him right. don't you hate it when that happens?
nonetheless, it's been a rough ride the last few months and i'm praying to the heavens to cut me a break. i mean who has time to lay in bed all sick and cold, then sweaty, then cold, then sweaty again? me two years ago, maybe; but now me in the form of me 30 years ago needs me to be free so she can get through those kind of days.
on a happier note, here are a few pictures of what's been happening lately in my non-sick world.
<viewing life from a new angle>
<first art lesson by the least artistic person in the house >
<somehow she knew how to play cars>
<strutting around with her new handbag>
<this little boy kept trying to give her the balloon but she wouldn't accept>
<having a private moment with Ted>
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